In the winter night, people who are so quiet and tired all day go to sleep early. I haven't fallen asleep yet. I vaguely heard the Jurchen leaves talking with the wind outside the window.
Time skips on my keyboard, and the moonlight rushes through the window lattice, distributing the gentle light to those souls who need to be comforted, and to those who are mottled and worried.
I don't know how many nights I stare at the window, watch the moon come out and go in, and listen to the wind passing through the window edge. At that moment, my heart was very quiet, and I could hear the sound of blood vessels flowing.
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